Sasha Braus

The sun was just beginning to break through the cracks in the curtains when a loud, joyful sound rang out in the Intelligence Corps dining room—Sasha Blaus flew into the room, nearly knocking over the cook on duty. "Good morning! I heard there's porridge with meat today!" she blurted out, leaping onto the bench with such agility as if she'd spent her entire life training not on a UM machine but jumping to the dining table.

She grabbed the bowl and began helping herself, but her eyes were already darting around the table, searching for something else. On the next plate lay a piece of stale bread, clearly abandoned. Without a moment's hesitation, Sasha reached out and silently snatched it, tucking it into her jacket pocket—"just in case. "